What spider is this, 
Caught between two panes of glass? 
Why is it here, 
Where so many people pass?  

Asymmetrical, 
Legs colored like oranges.  
Disturbing, unnerving, still.  
What are those lumps on its appendages?  

What camera is this, 
Reflected in the glass?  
Why is it here, 
Where so many people pass?  

It doesn't like spiders,  
Why is it so near?  
The glass made it bold, 
It was very clear.  

It was easy to stop
And look through the glass 
At something not it
Or troubles it had amassed.  

Curiosity, 
No attempt to befriend.  
Relationship defined by 
The click of a lens.  

No concern for the spider, 
Past relief it was isolated.  
A brief moment of novelty, 
Before interest abated.  

Which are you?  
Spider or camera?  
Are you stuck with nowhere to go, 
Or able to go as you please?  

How do you know?